3rd Twat From the Sun

Well at least the sun came out a little bit today.

Maybe just this once, I'd like to stake my claim as a victim since it is a role I never play. Again this evening, my neighbor, in 3B, tacked another badly typed note--off a dot matrix printer--to my front door. What kind of a loser still uses a dot matrix printer?

"You are a filthy male pervert, you 're no better than a Street Whore! I for one, join the rest of the neighbors in the building when I say the endless stream of gentlemen up to your apartment is bringing the morale down and keeping me awake at nights! Don't forget the door to the third floor stairwell always slams shut and the couryard is very echo-ey. You are fostering an environment of disrespect with your homosensual kink practices, the likes of which no proper adult woman (let alone man) would allow under any circumstances, and I don't need to remind you that there are impressionable children in the building! People like you is [sic] what is ruining the United States of Ameriac! Yours in Christ's Love, Lucretia Fitzsimmons" (not her real name...)


I don't think she should be slipping letters like this under my door, but I'll tell ya what, reading her note really turned me on.